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fanniesson -
(9/27/2007 10:16:00 AM) |
great erotic poem with just the right dash of
hopelessness
hey that’s what I got out of it!
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E Planz
(9/27/2007 5:23:00 AM) |
Wet, wild and refreshing! ! !
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Dee Daffodil
(9/25/2007 9:27:00 AM) |
Man! ! You sure can write em! !
Hugs,
Dee
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Karina Kfuri
(9/24/2007 2:53:00 AM) |
So nice to read about memories still on play, a friend says: The line moves,
but I rather your quote: 'but time moves on and sometimes we don’t….'
Thanks for sharing!
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Alison Cassidy
(9/16/2007 11:48:00 PM) |
An amazingly erotic piece about love and lust and habit and disgust. You leave nothing to the imagination Ted and yet leave the reader strangely satisfied. This is very well written. love, Allie xxxx
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Hubcap Shithead
(9/16/2007 2:33:00 PM) |
kama sutra reworked as an american art of lovemaking by ted sheridan, ,10 carried forward
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THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU
(9/16/2007 12:36:00 PM) |
Well, thank goodness I'm from the city....where alcohol and cholesterol are perceived as poisons! Ted, this is an enigmatic poem. Where was your head (the one atop your shoulders) this morning? ! Love picking your well-stocked brain. Glad you still love me - your Non-clinging, voluptuous and lovely vine, Sherrie, Sherrie bo berry...
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Trade Martin
(9/16/2007 12:04:00 PM) |
So Ted, you're havin' a 'pussy' brunch as opposed to a 'liberal pussy' lunch, which is far left....right......? ? ?
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